Rioting the stadium (I)

Liu Wei was very depressed. There were seven reporters from the editorial club, and there were seven games reports. One person went to each game. The seven people decided who was responsible for reporting which game. When he drew the draw until it was opened, he saw that it was 12th Middle School vs. 42th Middle School!

Why am I so unlucky? What can I report such a game without suspense? Alas! There is no way, I have to go. Liu Wei got a taxi and came to Forty-second Middle School absent-mindedly.

I will always succeed. Liu Wei secretly encouraged himself in his heart. In fact, he always had a premonition, a feeling in the dark. He felt that he would succeed one day, become a big reporter, and be able to fulfill the ideals he had developed since childhood. There must be a chance in front of me that will be captured by me. How could I, Liu Wei, fall into such a small newspaper?

When Liu Wei came to this open-air court, he was laughing at his down-and-out before he saw it, and actually fell into an open-air basketball court to report the game. It was the first time in his life. But when he saw this court, he was shocked: he didn't expect that the basketball atmosphere of No. 42 Middle School was so good, and a small open-air court was crowded with no less than 3,000 people. This was a grand occasion that he had never encountered before.

You can see the students outside squeezing inward desperately, all the high points were full, and watching the students hanging on the trees, Liu Yang himself was also concerned about them.

Holding his Blue Sky Daily reporter's reporter's certificate, Liu Wei walked to the side of the court easily under the guidance of a teacher. This may be the first time the teacher greeted someone who was a reporter. His enthusiastic attitude made Liu Yang a little unable to eat. After choosing a position, Liu Wei sat down on the ground under the basket of 42 Middle School, took out the camera from his backpack, and after adjusting the focal length, he began to squint his eyes and hit the players of the two teams on the court.

The players of No. 42 Middle School looked very energetic, and were joking with each other, warming up with hip-hop, while the players of No. 12 Middle School were also smiling, oh! No, there was a player who looked very serious, and could even be described as indifferent, wearing No. 8? Liu Wei glanced at him and couldn't help but become interested in this No. 8 player.

He is good at height and looks 1.86 meters or 87 meters. It seems that he is a defender, but he doesn't know whether it is the organization or the scoring. He is very handsome. He should not be a player from last year's game. He seems to be a newly recruited newcomer.

The No. 8 took the pass from the player and opened his hand to shoot. The basketball drew a very good arc and entered the net. Liu Wei was surprised. The posture was so beautiful. Now the group of students who played in the high school league have few solid basic skills. The shooting postures are strange. The No. 8 shot just now made his eyes lit up.

It seems that No. 12 Middle School has found fresh and good blood again. I wonder if No. 8 will play in this game?

The time for warm-up was already here. The two referees spoke to each other and came to the middle circle of the court. One of them held a basketball, the other nodded to him, put the whistle hanging on his chest in his mouth, and blew it crisply.

Oh, it started. Liu Wei was excited, moved his butt, leaned against the edge of the basket post, and picked up the camera.

Shi Guang took the starting list from Wang Xuechao, and was shocked at a glance and said, "Xuechao, have you written the wrong thing, Yan Yufeng's starting lineup?"

Wang Xuechao nodded and said, "That's right, he starts!"

Shi Guang was silent and said, "Isn't it wise to expose his strength so quickly?"

Wang Xuechao shook his head and said, "Sooner or later, he will have to be let on the court. Yan Yufeng's strength must be known to others. It does not mean to be exposed too early. Big stars are clearly in front of you. You have to rely on them to win the game! So what do you know? It is true that you can defend yourself! Yan Yufeng is very eager to play, and you can see his strength. It is also a good thing to make him adapt to the atmosphere of the game faster!"

Shi Guang thought for a while, sighed, and said, "Just do what you want, just say that sooner or later, let the people of Quanbeiyang know that we have won another treasure from the No. 12 Middle School, haha!" At this point, Shi Guang became happy.

Wang Xuechao looked at the scene with a calm face, and it could even be said to be as quiet as death. He pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "I feel that Yan Yufeng's mood seems to be wrong!"

Shi Guang also looked over immediately, and after a while, his face was a little heavy, "It's a little different! What's wrong with him?"

What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? Yan Yufeng was asking himself.

On the one hand, my heart is telling myself to be calm and to treat the game wisely, but on the other hand, my brain child shows up for no reason. Every time I flash, my hands can't help but hold one point tightly.

What's wrong with you? You have to calm down. She is not you. She has only met you once. Why did you lose your composure when you see her being with others? Are you still Yan Yufeng, who has always sneered in love?

Do you like her? Do you like Qin Yan? Do you like this hateful Qin Lan's real sister? Yan Yufeng! What are you doing? My heart suddenly roared and asked myself loudly!

What am I doing? Yan Yufeng suddenly became confused and asked himself helplessly!

A big hand stretched over and placed it on Yan Yufeng's shoulder. Yan Yufeng raised his head and saw Gao Yuan's expression of concern, "Yan Yufeng! What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine!" Yan Yufeng said concealed.

"It's going to be a game. This is the first game in your life. I hope you can treat it well. I have heard from the coach just now and prepare to realize the three-guard tactics. That means you have to start. Work hard and don't let the expectations of the coach and the players down!" Gao Yuan looked at Yan Yufeng's eyes and said with a serious face.

Yan Yufeng was shocked, and Gao Yuan continued: "I can see that you have something to do, but now it's a competition. If you are a man, you should understand what is the difference between the primary and secondary. Don't think about anything. Focusing on the competition is what you need to do. Yan Yufeng, do you understand?"

Yan Yufeng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and immediately put everything aside, opened his eyes and looked at Gaoyuan, suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you for what you said just now, I understand!"

The moment Yan Yufeng opened his eyes, Gao Yuan suddenly saw a light flashing in his eyes. His heart was shocked. After listening to Yan Yufeng's words, he came back to his senses and said reluctantly: "It's good to understand, come on! Let's go!"

Liu Wei was adjusting the angle when he suddenly saw that No. 8 was slowly coming to the back of the Plateau, the soul figure of No. 12 Middle School.

What? The starter of No. 8? A freshman in high school started his first game! A question flashed through Liu Wei's mind? For a moment, Liu Wei couldn't help but become very interested in this No. 8.

There must be articles here. It seems that I came here today to draw the right treasure. Liu Wei became excited and quickly adjusted the focal length.

Feng Jing slowly walked onto the field, but saw that Yan Yufeng was also on the field. He couldn't help but be stunned. He immediately smiled to himself and said, "Good boy, you will become the main force so soon!"

Gao Jin and Haoran, who were off the court, also saw Yan Yufeng appearing on the court, looked at each other, and Gao Jin first said, "I'm in trouble!"

Haoran looked at Yan Yufeng who was standing far away and sighed: "There was no hope at all, but now it seems that there is no hope, and it seems that he will lose even worse!"

The substitute center Zhang Wei, who was sitting next to him, faintly heard the two of them talking and said a little unhappy: "Why are you doing this? You have no morale at all!"

Gao Jin glanced at Zhang Wei who was dissatisfied and smiled bitterly: "You will know later!"

Zhang Wei said: "The 12th Middle School is a powerful plateau. What else are you afraid of?"

Haoran pointed to Yan Yufeng who was standing on the court and said, "Although I haven't watched the plateau game, I know that No. 8 is more powerful!"

Zhang Wei was stunned and said, "Why?"

Gao Jin said lightly: "You will know later!"

At this time, Zheng Xing, the coach of the Forty-two Middle School who was standing next to him, also saw No. 8 of the No. 12 Middle School. After being stunned, he immediately became angry as if he was insulted and cursed in a low voice: "Okay, Wang Xuechao! He looked down on our Forty-two Middle School and sent a new rookie to start! I'm so angry!"

Haoran smiled bitterly, glanced at the angry coach, and thought to himself: "You will know who is the rookie later!"

Sitting in the stands, Qin Yan also saw Yan Yufeng's appearance. He finally realized in his heart that this boy was really from the basketball school team of No. 12 Middle School, and sighed for no reason.

Jin Yan next to him immediately heard the ears, turned his head and asked with concern: "Qin Yan, what's wrong?"

Qin Yan shook his head and said softly: "Nothing?"

"So excited! I really want to see how we defeated the 12th Middle School. Although I also know that this is impossible, haha!" Jin Yan laughed first, then immediately looked at Qin Yan, but saw that Qin Yan was still worried, and couldn't help but stop laughing awkwardly.

Qin Yan looked at Yan Yufeng with a cold face on the court. He could not connect the sunny boy yesterday with the present. Maybe I was really wrong! In fact, they didn't treat me as much. Why should I be so passionate? Thinking of this, my heart suddenly felt a pain, and I couldn't help but cover my heart. When my eyes became hot, I was forcibly suppressed by myself.

Qin Yan understood her current feelings very well. When she saw Yan Yufeng's calm expression and Jin Yan's enthusiasm for her, it didn't matter, and her heart felt ache. At that moment, she understood how much she cared about the boy who had only met one time yesterday, and she didn't understand why it was like this. Falling at first sight? It turned out that I would never believe that such a thing happened, but now I admit it, and admit it clearly. I can't deny my feelings just now. I was addicted to the smile yesterday, and broke my heart. When I got it, I realized how painful it was when he actually didn't care about him.

Why am I like this? I am so unpromising! Qin Yan, why are you so stupid!

Just when Qin Yan's heart was tortured in pain, Yan Yufeng was ready and stood on the court.

The five people formed a circle and made routine pre-match shouts. Five hands stacked together and shouted from the plateau: "What are we?"

"warrior!"

"What do we want?"

"victory!"

"What do we do?"

"fighting!"

"One, two, three, come on stage!" Gao Yuan took the lead and shouted.

The five people shouted, and the sound suddenly rang out the audience, and all the students of the Forty-two Middle School immediately returned with boo.

Yan Yufeng slowly put his yellow wristband on his left hand, slowly pulled upwards, and pulled it to the triceps. This was Kobe's habit, and it also became Yan Yufeng's habit.

"Come on! Let's see how I'm going to ravage your basket!" Yan Yufeng thought coldly as he looked at the students shouting loudly in the audience.

The referee walked into the center circle with the ball, raised the ball, and ten people from both sides took their positions. Feng Jing was standing next to Yan Yufeng. Yan Yufeng stared at the basketball in the referee's hand and whispered lightly: "I will do my best, don't blame me!"

Feng Jing was stunned for a moment, looked at the calm Yan Yufeng, with a look of fear on his face, and said firmly: "I will do my best!"

Pay the first list of both parties:

Twelve Middle School: Center: Han Dazhu

Big Forefront: Li Feng

Scoring guard: Gaoyuan Yan Yufeng

Organizational defender: Zhai Yong

Head coach: Wang Xuechao

Forty-two Middle School: Center: Li Chuan

Power forward: Feng Jing

Small forward: Wang Shang

Scoring guard: Feng Kun

Organizational defender: Yuelong

Head coach: Zheng Xing

The ball was thrown by the referee, and Han Dazhu and the center of Forty-two Middle School Li Chuanqi roared and jumped up to face the ball.

A flash of light passed by, and it was Liu Wei's snatching shot.

The ball was first touched by Han Dazhu and flew towards Zhai Yong.

Zhai Yong reacted very quickly and immediately advanced forward quickly as soon as the ball was caught.

The players of Forty-two Middle School quickly returned to defense, took their own positions, and began to defend their positions.

Zhai Yong glanced at the overall situation and immediately realized that he could not afford the fast attack now. He raised his hand and stretched out four fingers, which meant to be stable.

The whole team immediately slowed down and started to stand and fight in position.

Plateau was dislocated from Yan Yufeng, and Yan Yufeng blocked the 42-middle player chasing Plateau. As soon as Plateau broke away from the opponent's defense, he immediately reached out to ask for the ball.

Zhai Yong had already passed the ball. After receiving the ball, Gao Yuan accelerated to the right outside line. Suddenly, a change of direction was made and squeezed towards the inside line. The player who defended his forty-two Middle School, who just defended Yan Yufeng, was thrown over. Ren Kan Gao Yuan made a three-step layup and easily scored the first point of the 12 Middle School in this year's basketball league.

Good ball! Liu Wei stood under the basket and watched Gao Yuan attack at such a close distance. When he saw Gao Yuan swaying and throwing the opponent away, he rushed into the inside and got up to lay up, he couldn't help but shout.

He is worthy of being the number one hero who won the fourth place in the 12th Middle School last year. It seems that Gao Yuan is in good condition today, and it is still a bit impressive, Liu Wei thought to himself.
To be continued...